Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.